Niall Blurbs

100 Push Ups

You were flicking through a magazine laid out on the couch, music flowing through the house quietly. Niall came in, dressed in his work out shorts and a Nike shirt, and pleasantly flushed with a light sheen of sweat. "That run... Was fucking... awful." He panted and plopped down next to you, breathing heavily.

"Oh you poor thing." You teased and tossed the magazine aside, leaning over to kiss his sweaty cheek. "You smell." You giggled and dropped your hand to his knee and massaged gently.

"You don't complain after sex." He pointed out and smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Because you smelling like sex is better then smelling like an actual work out." You hummed and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the scar on his knee. "But I like when you work out. You always come home looking so..." You trailed off, giving a shrug and running your fingers up and down his arms. "How many push ups do you think you can do?" You asked quietly, letting your nails trace gently.

"100." He shrugged and and rubbed your thigh lightly.

"Prove it." You said non-chalantly.

He pulled you to stand up, "Bet."

"Bet."

"I win... massage me after every work out for the next two weeks." Niall said and drew you in close, hands gripping your hips, fingers digging in slightly.

"Deal. I win. I get massages whenever I ask." You challenged and rubbed his biceps.

He nodded and swept a leg behind you, his arms going around you as he laid you in the floor.

"Ass." You huffed and wrapped your arms around his neck when he laid on you, resting on his forearms, nose against yours.

"Prefer yours over mine." He teased and kissed the top of your nose before straddling you. "100?" He asked and raised his brows.

"100." You confirmed with a nod.

Niall started to do push ups, keeping you underneath him. Every time he lowered himself to you, his lips pressed against yours.

His huffs, slight grunts, and the fresh sweat beading on his forehead made you think things and feel things. You bit down on your lip.

Niall's arms were starting to quiver, but he was damned if he gave up. You two had a bet. He would win. And he loved giving you kisses.

But what he didn't call for, that you would spread your legs, letting his movements continue. He didn't expect your hands to press onto his sides and pull him down onto you. Your lips were on his, a soft moan coming from you when he licked into your mouth before he pulls away.

"I only got to 30-" he started to complain but let's out a sigh when you pulled him into you for another kiss.

"And I only got wet panties." You point out as you start to gently nibble, kiss, and lick on his neck.

"Maybe we should-"

"Yes." You nodded and started to pull off his T-shirt as he sat up.

"Then let's." He hummed and pulled you up, tossing you over his shoulder, heading to the bedroom.